A Child Like Mentality 

  Hi to all of my readers old and new. Speaking of new, I would like to welcome those who have recently joined the team. I’m so glad that you have chose to stay here and read my blogs. I can only hope that you will find a special interest in all of this.As I contemplated on what to write next, a great idea developed. As many of you know that I have been here and there, and have not been on here as much as I like. The last week have been extremely busy and full of fun. Currently, Billy’s nieces nephews have been visiting and consumed much of my time writing. Though they are some of the cutest little people I know, they have helped me see a lot of different ideas. The more the children interacted with me the more I thought back to hundreds of other children I have known. I came to the conclusion that many today adults tend to lose their child like joy and simplistic way of life views and situations. For myself, I can say that I have always clung to the simple ways of a child’s mentally. Let me clarify, what I mean by saying a child mentality such as the simple things that bring me joy and happiness. Now, I could have easily lost my way in the midst of my challenging past and could have became a mundane average adult. A person who is extremely serious and let others influence my life in a negative way. Instead, I always chose to be grateful, joyful, and creative. Allow me to give some examples. When I was young and had literally nothing, I was happy that I had a river and lakes in my town that I could play and swim in. Before I came to the USA, I did not let angry teenagers effect my simple ways of living nor did I allow them to take away my fun that I had at a boarding school. When family and home life became difficult and challenging, I was grateful for my friends and things as simple as a bed to sleep on at night. The list just goes on and on. The truth is that some of us lose sight of our beginning foundations. We forget that not everything has to be a perfection. We get super worked up about something that is out of our control. Some say that a child before a legal adult age can only enjoy things that are simple and fun without responsibilities. I disagree with those type of thinking. The truth is that, if you are truly happy and free, you should not let anything tie down in a way that a person is forced to be those ways. Yes, we all have responsibilities, but it does not mean that responsibilities determine our values or outcome. Next time before you put on that law-school suit or mundane personality, think about how it will wear you out. Think about yourself, it does not matter what anyone else think of you. Loosen up and enjoy life for what it is. You only have so much time to be you. Make it a child like mind-set.

  Thank you for reading. You are a true friend. Until next time, I hope you will have a blast day and do not forget to strip down those crusty old shell that made you what you are today. Seriously, I hope you will have a fantastic day! Go out and crush it.

  Jamie Lyn

An Early Memory of the Train

  Transportation has advanced greatly since I was a child. The first ten years of my life, I grew up in Xiangtan China, the hometown of a well known Chairman Mao Zedong. I did not learn this until after I had left the country. The main form of transportation for my family and I was by train. Only wealthy families owned pickups, three wheeled cars, and other types of vehicles. Due to the low class my family were, we did not have the luxury of a family car or bikes. As a young girl, my father would take me to visit relatives some distance away in the same town by train. Other times, if we visit family close by, we would walk the trip. Personally, I preferred traveling by rail. This way, I got to meet people from all over the place. Nevertheless, the meals on board tasted amazing. One of my favorite things to order was a carton full of rice and stir fried vegetables. I remember the cart lady who never failed to keep a smile on her face as she passed each cabin while offering food to those who were boarding the train. There is nothing better than riding a train. As my father and I waited patiently to arrive at our next destination, I would look out the window to see friends greeting each other to children pleading their parents to get on the train. I would observe all the faces passing by with expressions of joy, laughter, and even sadness. I have always admired those who traveled with a big family. As the train charged on away from the people, the only view was farmland and brick houses that were both ancient and new. Whenever I hear a train passing through nearby carrying cargo, it would remind me of my childhood. For the sound of the railroad brings back so many memories that I wish I could relive one more time.

Our Love Story

  Hi readers! Today, I thought I share with you guys on how Billy and I met! As many of you know, we are engaged and have been for a few months now. Our story has been an extremely long journey and a difficult one at first. Let me start at April 2015, my Spring semester right before summer break. As I sat at home back in California, I scrolled through my email as I distracted myself from homework and final studies. I came across an email from twitter. In the subject, it asked me to check out a new app that they had just released. I had no idea what made me open it, because I usually view it as junk mail and always ignored them. For some strange reason, I opened it and read the content. The twitter team explained that they had just launched a live-streaming app called Periscope. Near the bottom of the app, it provided a download link. As curious as I am, I went ahead and downloaded the app. At that time, I had absolutely what kind of things I was about to get in to. There, you might have guessed it, it has to do with Periscope. Yes, little did I know that I would meet my future husband through this live-stream app. I had no clue what live-stream really was, but I decided to download the app anyway hoping that it would work on my phone and that I would know what to do with it. At the time, Periscope was only able to be download on the IOS devices. Like every other app on the planet, you had to create an account. The option was to log on with a twitter account, go figure right? After I got my Periscope account created, I found that I was at complete lost. For some odd reason, I did not give up there. I went on twitter and composed a tweet with the hashtag Periscope and that I had no idea how to use the new app hoping that someone would see it. No more than a few hours, at Upyourperiscope replied to my tweet with the help link. I was so excited, but the link did not help. The help link did not explain how a blind and a voice over user could use it. I then replied to their tweet telling them my confusion, and they tagged another blind user from London to help me. This blind man knew how to work it and explained that it can be difficult, but there were ways to overcome the challenges. After I learned his tricks and things, I continued with the Periscope app. I was able to work it like a pro. I really fell in love with the app, because I was able to chat with people at a real time. There were people from all over the place scoping their daily activities. I have never seen anything like it, I was completely interested. As I got to know the app more and as the more I interacted with the broadcasters, I made many friends from all over the world. We all connected over twitter. As time went on, I started doing my own live-streams. I was able to share with the world who I was and continued making friends. One night, a loyal viewer had asked me if I knew another blind guy who does live-streams like me. I told him no and asked for the name. He told me that the other blind scoper’s name, “Clearsight”. He then said for me to search him up. I told him that I would, because it was amazing to see other blind people doing streams just like myself. As soon as I ended my stream and my fans said good byes, I immediately looked up Clearsight. I found a matching person and followed. To my surprise, Clearsight did a tons of streams, so I joined. Clearsight seemed super happy and had more fans than myself. I introduced myself and shared that I was blind as well. I told him that he did things different than me. He was excited that I joined his scope. I just innocently chatted with him and his fans. I expressed that I was a new scoper and that I had difficulties streaming. To my surprise, he said that he would invite me to a private scope and would show me how he did it. I was very grateful. After Clearsight AKA Billy ended his stream, I got an invite to join him. After I asked all of the questions that I needed, we both went on our own ways. A few days later, Billy joined my scope when I went live. At the time, I just viewed him as any other viewers. Through periscope, I was able to let my true feelings and personality with the world. Due to the complicated home life, my only other outlet was when I was away at school. I did live-streams almost everyday in positive ways by giving encouragement. Other times, I would teach my audience how to speak Chinese. For a while, Billy and I would join each other’s streams whenever we go live. Soon, we added each other on twitter which aloud us to send personal messages. At the time, I did not know that I would be talking to this guy everyday. As finals approached, I was able to keep my sanity by watching periscopes and talking to Billy. Sometime into our chatting, I asked Billy if he knew my nationality. He had no idea, so he guessed some kind of American. After I told him that I was Asian, he was very surprised in a good way. He told me that I had no accent. I was very pleased at his complement. Not much while later, Billy offered his digits and asked if I would text him. I told him of course I would. When my birthday came, he gave me an album and sent me a bunch of chocolates. When I explained to my parents about him, they freaked out and said that it was not acceptable. Even though I showed them when Billy went live and showed proof that he wasn’t a creep faking their age or anything. After sometime, my family started disproving of Billy talking to me. Soon, Billy expressed his feelings for me after we have talked practically everyday. He asked to be my boyfriend. As much as I like Billy, I wanted my parent’s approval which they rejected. There are more parts to this story, but I will save that for another time. To cut to the chase, the more Billy and I talked, the more we bonded. Some may say that we are crazy, because we knew that we were meant to be together. Though we have faced challenges from my side of family, we continued talking and messaging. Despite the disagreements and arguments, I can honestly say that it brought us even closer than ever before. Skipping ahead to December 7 months later, Billy helped me fly to Ohio to meet him and his family. Now, almost 2 years later, we have been engaged for 3 months. Billy is the man of my dreams and I can’t imagine life without him.  I just realized that I have been writing forever and I am absolutely tired. Thank you friends for hanging with me to this point. I will catch you again.

  Much love my friends

  Jamie Lyn

In To The Out

  Before I start, I would like to give a huge thanks to all of my new followers. You guys are extremely supportive of my blog. Writing blogs is one of my favorite hobbies and passions. I really appreciate all of you.  Some of you might have been wondering where on earth I have gone. It has been a busy week. Not to worry, I have a story to share with you guys. As many of you may or may not know, but I love nature. For the past few nights, my fiancee Billy and I have been enjoying our evenings outside. It has been absolutely amazing! The weather in the day time has been a bit warm. By the time evening comes, everything is cooled down. Not only the temperature decreases, all of the night creatures come out to play. Billy and I love going outside before the sun sets completely, especially when the birds are feeding. As we pull out our folding chairs and just sit back enjoying each other’s company while listening to birds. Nature has a way of making me feel super relaxed. Tonight, we did not get outside until after dark, it was wonderful nevertheless. As usual, Billy would brew himself a nice cup of coffee and puts some work as I pull out my braille note machine to write up blogs. Since I don’t usually drink coffee, I got myself a bottle of cold water and got started on this blog. Everything from the wind blown leafs to the chirping crickets to the swishing sounds of the brushes in the distance calms me and allows me to focus on my writing. As I scrambled my head for anything to write, I reached over and took a coconut butter cracker with sugar sprinkles on top which we got earlier today from the grocery store. Though many ideas for my future book came to my mind, I decided to share and update you guys as my awesome readers of where I have been.

  Even though I don’t have any other interesting things to share tonight like scary stories or romance, I can promise that I have something amazing in stored for you guys. For now, I am going to catch up on some sleep and will return tomorrow for more content! Again, I am really grateful for all of my readers out there.

  Much love and happy reading

  Jamie Lyn

Our Heartbeat

  This is my first poem on here. This is dedicated to my beloved Fiancé! I love you so much!
  With every breath I take,

  You are my resting place,

  Everyday your hands is what I shall forever take,

  When I am confused or have any doubt,

  I know that I can always look up into your perfectly loving face.

  Every breath I take,

  All the things they say,

  Our love is too fake,

  Yet we continue to prove them wrong everyday.

  The only thing that matters in the world is our story,

  If they dare to look closer,

  They can and will witness our memory,

  Oh, all the places you show me,

  I can’t help but notice all of the days ahead that’s getting more clearer,

  With each kiss to every greenest field we stay,

  With my lover by my side,

  Only you can truly make me feel free,

  When I’m with you,

  The surroundings stop and stare at us,

  As you hold me tightly in your welcoming arms,

  Everything from the current of the river to the rocks that we stand on,

  Seem to be still and dare not to disturb us,

  With each kiss,

  Our hearts beating together is all I hear,

  Even the birds become more quiet and start whispering,

  And I can only know that this moment is true.

  With every big and small pebble we cast into the roaring current,

  The forest of trees seem to hold their breaths,

  Watching us from all angles of the woods,

  Before they know it,

  Our laughter fill the echoing nearby mountainside.

  When I look up,

  The sky filled of stars stares back,

  Illuminating the field where we lay,

  The view of the tall meadows to trees to the flower and grass all around,

  With every breath I take with you,

  My mind and soul becomes refreshed,

  In your arms,

  Is where I will stay.

An Important Day

Today, we got to witness a very important day! My fiancé Billy and I were able to celebrate his cousins wedding! I was away, so I was not able to do a blog as I wished. It was a beautiful wedding, and they are a very amazing couple! I can only hope the best for them.

The Visitor

My best friend Becky and I have met every Friday for the past year and a half. As I pull into Becky’s driveway, I quickly check my hair in the mirror making sure that I am presentable for our night out. After I decided that my hair is at its best for the mysterious guys that we will meet tonight, I hopped out of my dark blue Prius. As I fiddled for the key that Becky gave me a while back, I let myself in as usual. Becky hated coming to the door, so she gave me my own set of keys for whenever I come to her place. After I locked the door behind me, I just made myself comfortable on her couch as usual, because Becky took the longest time in the world to prep herself before meeting men or whenever we go out. When I threw my purse on her coffee table, I yelled up the stairwell, “Becky, I’m here”! She didn’t bother to acknowledge me, so I just pulled my phone out. About five minutes later, I hear a thump from below me. I looked around, but the thump came again from Becky’s basement, only a little louder this time. “What the hell are you doing Becky”? When I heard no reply was when I went upstairs to her bedroom to investigate. When I got to Becky’s bathroom, I spotted a red writing like lipstick or something on her mirror that said: “I’m sorry”. I couldn’t imagine why on earth she would do something like this, so I quickly went to her bedroom. The door was not shut all the way, so I shoved it open and to my wonder, she was not there. Everything from her cell phone to her laptop which was open as if she just got up to her unmade bed. At this point, I became extremely afraid of what has happened to my best friend. I did not want to think of the possibilities, so I ran as quickly as I could downstairs and yanked the basement door open and descended the stairwell. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. That was when I screamed and wished that I was dreaming. I’ve never seen something so horrific. In front of me, my best friend was dangling from the ceiling on top of a wooden table. As I scramble for my phone, my heart dropped when I realized that I had left my phone on the couch. There is no time for going back up now, I have to save my friend. As I flew over to the table, I saw that Becky was barely breathing, and her legs and arms were blue and barely flopping from the struggle. I quickly climbed on to the table where she hung, and grabbed for the first thing that I saw that was sharp which was a pair of crafting scissors. “Becky, please hang on, I’m coming for you,” I cried. I tiptoe and forcefully snagged at the rope which was keeping her a few inches above the table, it was extremely thick and difficult. I kept pleading with her to stay with me, and that she was going to be okay. At last, I got the last strand of rope cut and holding on to Becky as I tried to balance myself from falling. Becky is shorter than me by a half a foot, but she was pretty heavy. As I held on to my almost limp body, I continued crying and asking her to tell me who did this to her. As she began to talk, she started choking up blood and her voice became a mumble not being able to choke up any words. I had to get her off of this table and upstairs to get help, and that was when I heard the basement door slowly creek open. I started to panic and pulled Becky off the table towards the small bathroom knowing that the killer is coming for the both of us. Just as I shoved Becky into the dark bathroom and locked the door, the murderer came down the stairs. I tried to calm Becky as I held my breath hoping that the killer couldn’t hear. Becky’s moans stopped immediately realizing that we are in danger. As I sat there waiting to be attacked at anytime, my heart and mind screamed for some kind of help and hating myself for leaving my only source of help on the couch. As I sat knowing that there was nothing for me to do but wait for the mysterious killer to bust through the door was when I heard him, “Come out Tessa, I wasn’t done with her yet”. The deep voice sent awful chills throughout every part of my body. For the death of me, I did not recognize this voice nor have I ever heard it before. “I know you are here Tessa, I also have your phone here”. This damn murderer has my phone, what now. His voice is right outside of this door.